The dead space remained as gray and desolate as ever. Ye Xuan had only just recovered from the exhaustion of resisting the erosion on his physical body when the pitch-black crystal in the distant core region suddenly erupted with violent fluctuations.
The fluctuations were like invisible tentacles, piercing through his body's defenses and stabbing straight into his Spirit Sea. His vision went dark, and his consciousness was instantly swept into a boundless illusion.
"This is..."
Ye Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing amid a shattered battlefield.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky. The stench of blood and the aftermath of clashing divine powers filled the air. Ravines crisscrossed the ground, and fragments of broken divine artifacts lay scattered everywhere.
Not far away, two familiar figures were slowly collapsing.
Bibi Dong wore a purple-black robe, blood spilling from the corner of her lips, while her Rakshasa God armor was covered in cracks.
Qian Renxue's white robes were stained with blood, her six wings hanging limply as the Angel God's radiance faded into darkness.
Before them stood a blue-haired figure holding a trident. It was Sea God Tang San from the original work.
"The battle of the three gods..."
Ye Xuan's pupils contracted as he instantly recognized the scene.
This was the most brutal divine battle in Douluo Continent's history. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue had joined forces against Tang San, only to perish together in the end, paving Tang San's path to the God Realm.
Just as shock filled his heart, a cold voice rang out in his mind. It carried the will of a God King, along with the deathly stillness unique to the Space of Annihilation.
"Ye Xuan, do you see it? The strong devour the weak; only the fittest survive."
"The laws of this world have